Visiting Hours (Lydia, Peter, Deirdre, Open)

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Her father had died again.

Lydia wondered if he would ever cut that out. Probably not, considering who he was. But each time she had to hear about it, it scared her. Sure, he was still with them. But how many times before he just let go? How many times before the pain was too much? How many times before he left her for good?

When she caught sight of him on the bed, looking rather annoyed, she ran forward towards him. "Dad!" She jumped up beside him before anyone could stop her, though Peter was hardly going to do such a thing. His arms were around her before she even realised it. "Dad, are you okay?"

"Mmm. Sure. I...thunk I...Think. I think I'm drink..."

"He means drunk," Deirdre elaborated from the corner. "He's still drunk. He swallowed a lot of the stuff..."

Peter giggled, but he hugged Lydia close. "Not on porpoise. It wasn't on porpoise."

Lydia shook her head. "Tasha is still going to kick your arse."

"Oh no!" Peter looked quite worried then, and he stole the cold end of the stethoscope away from Dr Wentworth who had been about to listen to Peter's chest. "I'm in trouble!" Peter whispered into it, leading Lucian to rip the stethoscope out of his ears and glare at Peter. Deirdre and Lydia giggled.